Chapter 2307 - 735: Private Territory_4

The only certainty is that she is now more ruthless than before, more secretive in her actions, and invincible.

Shen Yuyan looked at the screen, at Ms. Sloan’s cold yet wise face, unable to resist taking a deep breath.

For a circle of people containing words like "power," "elite," "Wall Street," "White House," she has always held the utmost admiration and aspiration.

At this moment, seeing these news, and thinking about herself about to set foot in New York, in the future it is very possible... very possible that she would interact with these legendary figures.

Her heart is filled with unprecedented tremors and anticipation.

This is the ultimate stage I should stand on!

Her mind gradually calms.

Shen Yuyan glanced at the time in the lower right corner of her computer; by this point, he should have already arrived in France successfully.

She opened the WhatsApp chatbox with Tang Song, lightly tapping her fingers on the keyboard.

She left a message: "BOSS, according to the time difference, you should have arrived in Nice now. I hope your flight was smooth. Working across time zones is exhausting, please make sure to rest and don’t overexert yourself."

After sending this impeccable business-like message, a sly smile curled at her lips.

Her fingers quickly tapped: "Although it’s only been a day apart, it always feels like the mark you left on me is about to fade."

After sending the message, Shen Yuyan gently pressed the phone against her flushed cheek.

Certain images from the night before last once again uncontrollably emerged.

Wild and thrilling.

"Hope everything goes well, dear Tang Song."

...

France.

Inside the cabin of Bombardier Global 7500, it is tranquil.

"Mr. Tang, We will be commencing... (We will be starting to land in about fifteen minutes. The weather is clear on the ground with a temperature of 7 degrees Celsius. Welcome to the France-Riviera.)"

A gentle English broadcast sounded in the cabin bedroom.

Subsequently, the electronic shade of the porthole and the concealed light strips inside began to simulate the transition of moonlight from deep to bright at an extremely slow speed, accompanied by subtle white noise.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes, and hours of deep sleep left him without any jet lag-induced fatigue.

In the independent resting bedroom, Lin Muxue had already freshened up, and changed into a sharp black Chanel suit.

Her makeup was exquisite, meticulous.

"President Tang, we’re nearly there."

She said softly, handing him a specially prepared drink at a suitable temperature.

"Replenish some fluids first, it helps to quickly adapt to the jet lag."

"Mm, thank you."

Meanwhile, Anne, the flight attendant, walked over and respectfully handed Lin Muxue Tang Song’s already crisply ironed cashmere coat.

Lin Muxue went forward, adeptly helping him put on the coat and carefully tidying up the collar.

The two returned to the main cabin, sat comfortably in the soft seats, and fastened their seat belts.

The plane landed smoothly on the most secluded exclusive FBO runway at Nice Cote d’Azur Airport, with a slight bump.

The cabin door opened.

A wave of salty sea air and the crisp air characteristic of the Southern France winter surged in.

No noisy travelers, no long boarding bridges.

Below the gangway is a scene full of power and order.

A convoy consisting of three Maybach S-Class cars and five black business vehicles, like silent steel beasts, waited quietly.

More than a dozen European Region special operations personnel from Shengtang Security, dressed in uniform black suits and wearing communication earpieces, were already lined up on both sides of the gangway, with solemn expressions.

And at the front of the convoy, a middle-aged white woman in a high-end custom suit, with an elegant and noble demeanor, quietly stood.

The moment their eyes met, she gracefully bowed slightly and saluted Tang Song.

Tang Song’s gaze flashed lightly, her name already passed through his mind.

Tina Spencer.

A descendant of the Spencer family, one of Europe’s oldest noble families.

In his current memory, her figure had appeared multiple times.

She is also Secretary Jin’s friend, introduced by her, entered his view, and became a member of the Tang Jin Family Office Executive Committee.

Responsible for managing its vast properties and art assets globally.

An Asian man in a black trench coat hurriedly stepped forward from the security team, bending slightly to Tang Song descending the gangway.

"Mr. Tang, I am Alan, head of Shengtang Security European Region. From now on, all your ground activities and security operations in Europe are fully handled by my team."

The special operations personnel behind him bowed together: "Mr. Tang!"

Tang Song gently nodded, his gaze skipping over them, landing on Tina, who was smiling as she walked over.

"Long time no see, Mr. Tang." Tina calmly assessed this young master whose demeanor was very different from before, her tone filled with just the right amount of respect and warmth, "Welcome to the Cote d’Azur, the estate has prepared everything for you."

"Long time no see, Tina." Tang Song responded with a smile.

Lin Muxue followed along: "Hello Lady Tina."

"Hello Luna."

After the greetings, the FBO executive president walked hurriedly over, smiling broadly as he greeted Tang Song.

After the pleasantries.

Tina extended her arm, making a "please" gesture: "Mr. Tang, this way please, let’s first handle the immigration formalities."

"Mm." Tang Song lightly nodded, his gaze always calm and profound.

The group arrived at the private lounge not open to the public at the airport.

Two high-ranking border police officials, wearing high rank insignias, were already waiting here.